Counter Punch

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Shug talking] Yeah, it's time for me to step up and get me a piece of this mutherfuckin' pie Yah nam sayin', I know you cats been waitin' for the real That's all I know, on this track something's about to get broke up You got to respect that It's only right Word up [Verse One: Big Shug] I rock for niggas that box, pull triggers on Glocks Hang out all day on hot blocks When you yell "let's go" they don't stop Their soul mission, is to be on top This is a score for soldiers of war And veteran rap crews that go on world tours I stay lyrically fit, to beat the shit Out of compit-ish that wish to flip I'm comin' through like 2 blows Crack your clavicle Hot like calicos, outta control I throw vicious hooks and upper cuts To knock you on ya butt, I'm in your face screamin' "what" And you supposed to be hard You get chased by attack dogs, up trees through backyards Guru hit me on the hip, there's gonna be some shit So grab your team and battleship I'm bombin' shit like NATO, you wanna play, yo? I crush that ass like tomatoes Forever it be me and Gu' It ain't a mutherfuckin' thing you cats can do And what, and what what what Counter punch, and what And what what what Counter punch, and what [Hook x2] Uh, uh "The shit gets drastic" "They learn when I hit them" Niggas be near the stage ice grillin' and posted up They don't know niggas with us be holstered up Ready to toast it up, they try to approach But they can't quite get, close enough Or they bound niggas snuffed Counter punch, counter punch, believe that Yeah "The shit gets drastic" "They learn when I hit them" [Verse Two: Guru] It's too late in the game for us to choke And you don't want to provoke these OG's to go for broke We got outta state cap peelers, ex crack dealers Ex cons, dons and macs that stack skrilla And now we're splittin' the pie Bustin' off a lick in the sky Soon as I'm spittin' you die Instantly, you just a wimp to me My man Premier orchestrates the breaks on this symphony And now you know you should respect your fathers I'm understandin' god, as we continue this saga Me and my nigga Shug, go hood to hood Understood, you tryna buy props Thats why you ridin' the wood It's all good, from Blue Hill Ave to Humbolt Right here to NYC blazin' trails like gun smoke Some toke, others be ready to fight ya See more beef than butchers Beat you down or just snipe ya Counter punch [Hook] [Verse Three: Big Shug] I get you cats in a verbal crossfire Then cock my hand back and slap the hellfire outta liars Chill out in cockpits, puff fly with pilots Acquire frequent flyer mileage All black on, shoes sway violet No matter how you flip it, dunn, I stay stylish The girl I'm wit' you dream to get in-between her While I be on tour walkin the beaches of Ipanema See my nina, you run and hide So I'd rather get the drop then punch you dead in the eye You scared of me, you outta be, 'cause basically You just another wack-ass MC I'm deadly, sickenin' like the flu You got 2 hours, get out the game or you through So, come front and I will bust your circumference Big Shug ain't ever havin', none of that nonsense Pass the word to ya team, we out to lunch And they can't withstand the mighty blow of the counter punch And what, and what what what Counter punch, and what And what, and what what what Counter punch, counter punch "The shit gets drastic" "They learn when I hit them"